The Dallas daily herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1873-1887, 1887-04-18

gasped Sam. The brown eyes look
one sweep over the black widening
gulf. and then, jacket in hand, Gallow-
ses crept toward it. One long, vicious
snarl rang across the ice; Miss Judy's
boy stopped, and holding the jacket
by one wrist, flung out the other to.
ward Sam. But an arms length still
lay between!
Then something else came flashing
of Gallowses' shoulders-long, red,
white and dangling. "His gallowses
He's tying them to his sleeve!" and
| the huddled figures held their breath,
but at last shout rose up:
"Comingl Coming! He'll fetch him!
Hurrah" and halffrozen, trembling
and livid with fright, Sam came crawl
| ing on firm icel"
But another piercing cry broke in
and Halls eyes met the shouters in an
agony OF appeal.
"He's losing hold Save my boy,
tooW groaned the Squirer; and Gal
lowses took one more sweeping look
at Halls corner OF the hungry-looking
hole. How thin and black the ice
was. How the current underneath
dragged at anything it carried
through But once more he crawled
swiftly toward the treacherous edge.
He was near enough to throw to Hal,
but thin ice snarled and bent. 1t
would never hold them both!
"Throw me o. line from the sleigh"
Trembling hands obeyed. Tying one
hand to what he held, he flung back
the other toward thicker ice.
"Catch it, some OF you!" and then
he threw q jack-sleeve to Hal. lie
grasped stifily at it; could he hold itY
Yes; and with one desperate struggle
for life he gained the ice. 1t bent and
snapped, but they were dragging at
the other end-dragging bravely now.
He was safe-but another cry rose up!
The thin shelf Of ice that broke as Hal
climbed up was all that had held Gallo
wses from the hungry, rushings tream,
and Miss Judys boy was out OF sight.
"Why, what upon airth?" said Dea-
con Bay berry, peeping through the
mill window as the cry rose: "Oho!,
Mischief, and the Squire after 'em!"
and the deacon laughed to himself, set
tied another psalm tune, and then
peeped through the window again.
What was that yellow, cleaning thing,
lust taking the smoot leap downward
over the dam? Miss Pophurst had
thought about short hair OF late and
Gallowses' hat had been fitting tight
over crispy, golden curls
"Ginger" exclaimed the deacon, and
in one instant he was in the water,
ready to meet what he had seen shin
ing as it came.
When Squire Phillips saw it, few
minutes later, lying before Deacon
Bay berrys little settin' room fire."
his start would have electrified the
deacon, il thoughts, hands, and hot
blankets had not been busy with Gal
lowses. 1t seemed the very same deli
cate, clear.cut face, the same golden
head he used to stand worshipfully
over when he came home from sea,
twenty years agol "Who is this
child?" ne asked, almost fiercely.
"Gallowses," answered Bob Alymer.
"You--!" began the squire, but the
deacon interrupted: "Here! take that
gewgaw off, it hinders," and the squire
drew blue ribbon from Gallowses
neck. What was that bright thing
hanging from it? A locket? Had not
the squire seen that locket before? He
had It open at last; fair face
looked yearningly forth, and the squire
gave great cry, that made the dea-
con drop everything this time. "Nellyl
my own lost Nelly! knew had lost
Nelly | knew ! had lost her but have
killed her too?" The deacon turned
to the bed again. The Lord was work
ing the Observation-Disclosures his
business was with Gallowses; and in
another hour the brown eyes were
.aceiully following him as he went in
and out, finishing the pslam tune b
gun in the mill. suddenly che Deac =
ehot look back into them again.
"Did you think that there corn
husk thickness OF ice was going to
hold you and Hal at the same mortal
minute OF timer" he asked.
A faint smile passed over Gallowses'
face.
''That was nothing; and was to be
good and brave FOR her sake"
"For whose sake? Whose child are.
your What's your manner" broke in
the Squire.
"For her's And my name is Phil;
that was for my grandfather, Philip
Philips was his name, but he was lost
long ago."
"You-l' began the Squire again.
and then snatchiug the little feurey
out OF the deacon's blankets ancl
shawls, he held it in his strong arms
sobbing like baby, with his face he
softly against Gallowses' curls.
Miss Pophust's door was locked tn
afternoon. for she had gone tn,